Cold, Crystal-Blue Eyes

Come dine with me in my palace of despair.
Come drink the glasses filled with thick, cold blood.  
Poison drips from my crimson lips;
Wipe it away with napkins laced with human hair.  
Sheets of darkness drape themselves over your shredded heart;
Wrap it up and tie it with a bow.  

Come, follow me into the shadows of my palace.  
Let me seduce your young soul.
Let me take control.  
Lay you down into a pool of black sheets.  
Place myself on top of you, staring into your
Cold, crystal-blue eyes.
I run my fingers through your long, jet-black hair.  
Wipe away your tears with the tip of my finger.  

My face has fallen an inch from yours.  
My eager lips press against the sweetness of your lips
With an excited touch.  
Your gentle hands pull my waist down.
Pressing ourselves against each other,
My tongue slips past the door of your lips,
Licking at the sweet dew of lust.  
My hands run down your wanting body and up again,
Past your neck,
Where the blood runs sweet.  

Everything stops, you look into my seducing eyes.
I run the back of my hand over the flawless skin of your cheek.
It is time.
Time to sink my teeth into your awaiting neck.
Such a burning desire for your delicious blood.  
You look so clueless, so innocent, just lying there, wanting more.  
So beautiful, such a masterpiece.
I decide to take one long, last look

Into those crystal-blue eyes.